Monday, September 16, 2013
Artist
With a fastidious nature usually reserved for an artist such as a painter or sculptor, I put together the pieces of us that go in my heart. The 100 percent is broken up in categories and by those I mean dates, conversations, the all day sex sessions, the laughter, the inside jokes, the first time, the most recent one, our arguments, our make ups, the painstaking realizations, moments of ecstasy, night time, day time, sunsets, your infinite loathing of sunrises and my matching love for them because they're earned. I bundle all of it up in a basket and ask you to understand that I know that most of it hasn't happened yet. But I want it to.
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